Fashion life goals:
Karl Lagerfeld calls me fat.
Naomi Campbell slaps me. Or throws her phone at me, either one is doable.
oh, and Terry Richardson never gets hired again.
If I can achieve just one of these things, I will die a very happy woman.
True only semi-related story: I once worked as a secretary for a lawyer who was trying to get Naomi Campbell involved in a charity event she was volunteering with and somehow got her assistant’s phone number and insisted I call over and over asking for Naomi to call my boss.
So I can check off being cursed out, threatened with a harassment lawsuit, and hung up on by Naomi Campbell’s assistant off my bucket list.
It was everything you’d imagine the experience to be.
I am so fucking jealous
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